I just woke up from a reoccurring dream. I have many different ones, don’t know why, but this one I don’t have very often. Strangely enough, I’m able to make it all the way through this one. Usually, I’m on a covert mission to rescue someone, dressed completely in camouflage gear --- the whole nine yards. But this one is different. I feel really silly even talking about it. I’m a part of a group of kids, trying to outrun a group of bad men and women who are trying to kill us. Though, I don’t think they have the power to actually kill us, I think it’s more pretend. Like an exercise Harry Potter might have to face. Somehow, I always enter this last phase of testing, with no experiences at all. I have no idea how to fight off these people. Luckily, only one is assigned to me, but I don’t know whom that is. I don’t really remember all the details now, but I’m able to fight this person in the end and come out victorious.
Why am I even talking about this? Well, I honestly think it’s spiritual warfare. God has spoken to people through dreams for as long as there have been humans. Why would it be any different, now that we’re in the “modern age”? I’m sure He tries to talk to us in other ways, but we’re so bombarded with the world, our ears become to full to listen. So, perhaps, when we are still, quiet, and have no choice but take a journey through our dreams, it’s then that He’s able to speak to us. Just a theory though.